QFWFQ PRESENTS: HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS

A brilliant plan! A wonderful plan! A terribly, wondrously, miserable plan! He could do it by hand, he would do it on sleigh, he would steal all their presents by the end of the day!

So he called his sweet Max, with his Antler affixed and presented the plan with emotions quite mixed. For by stealing the candles, the gifts, and the feasts, he’d succeed in his mission — he’d become a beast!

He grinned all the wider, as he told his grim mission. The Who’s would all pay! They’d wished they’d had listened! With tears in his eyes and a cackling mouth, The Grinch loaded his sleigh and looked towards the South.

Whoville was asleep, but they’d rise up in freight. A new Grinch had awakened and was coming that night! Max under Antlers cowed in the corner, at what had become of his miserable owner!

The Grinch Max had known was angry and sad; this one’s mind had been broken and he’d clearly gone mad! The Grinch lashed sweet Max to the front of the sleigh, he ranted and raved — “Oh, they’d all rue the day!”

Tonight was The Grinch’s! His laughs were in chorus; a demon awoken, with a wings that was porous; holes in his hands and blazing red eyes, glistening skin and putrid green dye. The Grinch was transforming, was unrecognizable; the winds began moaning with sounds indescribable.

They rushed down the mountain, Max thought they were flying. But the Antlers were heavy, he might just be dying. The winds were all sighing, Max was filled with fear. The Grinch perched on the back, with a frightening leer.

Max just didn’t know of which he feared more — the speed of the sleigh or The Grinch’s great roar. Towards the town they traveled as the sky strangely twisted, The Grinch’s eyes were aflame, of only pupils they consisted.

The vision was wicked, and drove Max insane! He could simply not scourge those eyes from his brain! Whoville would never, could never understand just what was to happen, or what was at hand.

His hideous form rolled into the town, a trumpeting call from the heavens did sound. And every small Who in their small Whoville bed, lifted their bodies and all raised their heads.

Their eyes had awakened, they’d all in the night been visited by Him, they’d all seen his sight. The fires did burn with terrible glee, the Whos had succumb, the Whos were all free!

They piled their things, their gizmos and knickknacks; they piled their houses and art, the shirts off their backs. And then when the fire was lit nice and bright, The Whos grabbed their children and set them alight! Then they took off their skins and danced round the great pyre, and when they’d all finished they too hopped in the fire.

And Max who was strapped to the sleigh saw no more — the antler had silenced his tongue with a gore. Only Grinch remained, with the sky all a-blackened, his eyes all a-lolling, his neck and tongue slackened, his glistening green body, his visible heart, his beating black wings, his ribs pulled apart.

With Christmas in ruins, The Grinch finally won! He’d taken their presents and blocked out the sun. Only Grinch remained in the smoking black cinders. Only The Grinch’s laugh could be heard that winter.